Scarlett gave him a somewhat haughty look at his words, not needing to be mollycoddled like some Hufflepuff. She didn't like that her brain was sick, she didn't like that he had to remind her of who she was. She didn't like any of it.
"I know who I am, I don't need reminding," she told him, keeping his gaze. "And Cass, I don't need the clappy trappy speech either. Shit happens, it happened to me, and now I'm dealing with it. Not brilliantly, I'll admit, but I'm taking it a day at a time."
She watched him, still not moving away from his touch. "You know I piss Miles off to no end? I remember things sometimes and he treats me like some maiden aunt. I sometimes remember him taking me to Rome and what happened there and here he won't do anything more than kiss me on the cheek. I'm so fucking sick of the entire situation, not just him but all of it, and there's nothing I can do about it."